Thoughts from a sex shop salesgirl

From the article, Confessions of a Sex Shop Salesgirl:

Ultimately, I became an ad hoc protector of women. Like the time a bearded book editor appeared. After gabbing about the erotic-lit industry, he explained a particularly ludicrous double-penetration scenario he imagined for his wife. He seemed to treat sex as an event strictly for his pleasure, which I found particularly egregious. I was sleep-deprived and blurted out, “Sir, what do your wife’s feet look like?” He paused. Then stuttered. He had no idea. I suggested that for the next month, he spend a weekly hour in bed with his wife without using his penis. Two months later, a thank-you note appeared to “the tall saleswoman who taught my husband how to make love.”

‘Understand, we were not just selling motorized sticks. We were also teaching women how to never be submissive. A woman with a well-stocked toy drawer isn’t dependent on anyone and is unlikely to hurl herself at a lowlife just for nooky. Though I began my job on a lark, it became clear that being a sex-shop salesgirl is, in some way, a curiously feminist calling.

I think my experience sort of mirrors that of this salesgirl, meaning that as I’ve gotten older and haven’t been afraid to own my sexuality, I’ve been less dependent on my husband to satisfy my needs. It’s empowering to know that I can be sexually fulfilled without a man (though I do far prefer his attention to that of a vibrator).

Do you agree that having a well-stocked toy collection can be liberating for women? What about for men?